O navio
onde trabalho ia iniciar um projeto no mar da Rússia, e para isto, todos os
tripulantes tiveram que tirar um visto de trabalho Russo.
Mandei meu
passaporte para a minha empresa e
algumas semanas depois recebi o mesmo em casa com um visto... todo escrito em
Russo, então obviamente, eu não entendi nem uma palavra do que estava escrito
nele.
Chegou o
dia de partir para o trabalho e eu teria que parar em Moscou para pegar um
outro avião para Anapa, que era o local onde meu navio estava.
Chegando em
Moscou, ficamos presos um tempo dentro do avião por causa de uma nevasca forte
do lado de fora (porque paramos longe do terminal e teríamos que pegar um
daqueles ônibus de transporte). Para mim foi um misto de alegria e preocupação,
pois eu tinha um tempo curto de escala até pegar o próximo avião, o que me
deixava preocupada, e alegre pois eu nunca tinha visto neve antes.
Quando
finalmente conseguimos entrar no aeroporto, só me restavam mais ou menos 40
minutos para passar pela imigração e achar o portão de onde sairia meu próximo
vôo, o que, dependendo do tamanho do aeroporto , é muito pouco tempo!
Entrei na
fila da imigração e quando chegou a minha vez entreguei meu passaporte para o agente
que fez uma cara estranha e ficou
repetidamente olhando para o meu visto e em seguida para a minha cara. Percebi
que tinha alguma coisa errada, mas continuei com o meu sorriso de “sou uma
pessoa legal” esperando que ele me dissesse alguma coisa. Ele então entao pegou
o telefone e ligou para alguém e depois de trocadas algumas palavras em Russo
com a pessoa do outro lado da linha , ele olhou para a mim e falou em inglês: “Wait!”
(espere). Eu acenei com a cabeca um sinal positivo e fiquei lá parada esperando,
meu sorriso indo embora aos poucos juntamente com o meu tempo restante para
pegar o próximo vôo.
Depois de ser
totalmente ignorada por 20 minutos, mesmo olhando para o agente em intervalos
de tempo para ver se ele lembrava de mim, eu ensaiei dizer algo para ele, que
antes mesmo de me deixar abrir a boca, gritou um outro : “Wait!” (espere), de
dentro de sua cabine. Eu acenei mais uma vez dizendo que sim e falei em Inglês:
“Eu espero, mas estou preocupada porque tenho outro vôo que está abrindo o
embarque neste minuto.” “Você pode pelo menos me exlicar o que eu estou
esperando?”
Entao ele
mostrou meu visto apontando para um campo específico, que eu naturalmente não
entendia o que estava escrito porque estava em Russo, e me falou: “Você aqui
(apontando para o campo), MER... MER.”
Eu
respondi: “Ok, mas o que MER significa?”
E ele falou
: “MER... MER... not woman (mulher).”
E eu falei:
“Você está me dizendo que no meu visto está escrito que eu sou homem e não
mulher?”
Ele fez que
sim com a cabeça e gritou um outro ”Wait” cheio de razão.
E eu
esperei... pensando “fudeu”, mas esperei... esperei ser presa, ser interrogada,
ou até mesmo ser mandada em algum vôo de volta para casa , porque a Russia é um
paÍs que não tem muita aceitação a homossexuais, segundo as reportagens que eu
hava lido, e eles deviam estar pensando que eu era alguma trans ou algo assim. Mas
pensei, ok... o pior vai ser ter que voltar pra casa e quão ruim isto pode ser?
Mas depois
de mais 10 minutos o agente me olhou, entregou o meu passaporte e me mandou
entrar no aeroporto de Moscou.
Fiquei
surpresa por ter a entrada permitida, mas então olhei para o relógio e falei de
novo: “fudeu”... Meu próximo vôo já estava fechando o embarque. E lá fui eu
feito louca correr pelo aeroporto de Moscou para ver se ainda conseguia pegar o
meu vôo.
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The ship where I work was going to start a project in the Russian sea, and for this, all the crew members had to take a Russian work visa.
I sent my passport to my company and a few weeks later I received the same at home with a visa... All written in Russian, so obviously, I didn't understand a word of what was written on it.
The day came to go to work and I would have to stop in Moscow to catch another plane to Anapa, which was the place where my ship was.
Arriving in Moscow, we were trapped a while inside the plane because of a strong blizzard on the outside (because we stopped away from the terminal and we would have to take one of those transport buses). For me it was a mixture of joy and concern, for I had a short time to take the next plane, which made me worried, and cheerful because I had never seen snow before.
When we finally got into the airport, I only had more or less 40 minutes to go through immigration and find the gate where I would leave on my next flight, which, depending on the size of the airport, is very little time!
I got in line with immigration and when it came to my turn I handed my passport to the agent who made a strange face and stood repeatedly looking at my visa and then to my face. I realized there was something wrong, but I kept my "I'm a nice person" smile waiting for him to tell me something. He then took the phone and called someone and after exchanged a few words in Russian with the person on the other side of the line, he looked at me and spoke in English: "Wait!" . I nodding my head a positive sign and stood there waiting, my smile going away slowly along with my remaining time to catch the next flight.
After being totally ignored for 20 minutes, even looking at the agent in time intervals to see if he remembered me, I reheared saying something to him, that before even letting me open my mouth, shouted another: "Wait!" , from inside his cabin. I nodding once more saying yes and I spoke in English: "I wait, but I'm worried because I have another flight that is opening the boarding right now." "Can you at least explain to me what I'm waiting for?"
Then he showed my visa pointing to a specific field, which I naturally did not understand what was written because it was in Russian, and told me: "You here (pointing to the field), MER... MER."
I replied: "Okay, but what does MER mean?"
And he said, "MER... Mer... Not woman. "
And I said, "Are you telling me that in my visa it is written that I am a man and not a woman?"
He nodded with his head and shouted another "Wait" full of reason.
And I waited... Thinking "I´m fucked," but I waited... I waited to be arrested, to be interrogated, or even to be sent on some flight back home, because Russia is a Country that does not have much acceptance to homosexuals, according to the reports I used to read, and they should be thinking that I was some trans or something. But I thought, okay... The worst is going to have to go home and how bad can it be?
But after another 10 minutes the agent looked at me, handed over my passport and sent me into the Moscow airport.
I was surprised to have the entrance allowed, but then I looked at the clock and I spoke again: "I´m fucked"... My next flight was already closing the boarding.
And there I was like crazy running around Moscow airport to see if I could still catch my flight.
I sent my passport to my company and a few weeks later I received the same at home with a visa... All written in Russian, so obviously, I didn't understand a word of what was written on it.
The day came to go to work and I would have to stop in Moscow to catch another plane to Anapa, which was the place where my ship was.
Arriving in Moscow, we were trapped a while inside the plane because of a strong blizzard on the outside (because we stopped away from the terminal and we would have to take one of those transport buses). For me it was a mixture of joy and concern, for I had a short time to take the next plane, which made me worried, and cheerful because I had never seen snow before.
When we finally got into the airport, I only had more or less 40 minutes to go through immigration and find the gate where I would leave on my next flight, which, depending on the size of the airport, is very little time!
I got in line with immigration and when it came to my turn I handed my passport to the agent who made a strange face and stood repeatedly looking at my visa and then to my face. I realized there was something wrong, but I kept my "I'm a nice person" smile waiting for him to tell me something. He then took the phone and called someone and after exchanged a few words in Russian with the person on the other side of the line, he looked at me and spoke in English: "Wait!" . I nodding my head a positive sign and stood there waiting, my smile going away slowly along with my remaining time to catch the next flight.
After being totally ignored for 20 minutes, even looking at the agent in time intervals to see if he remembered me, I reheared saying something to him, that before even letting me open my mouth, shouted another: "Wait!" , from inside his cabin. I nodding once more saying yes and I spoke in English: "I wait, but I'm worried because I have another flight that is opening the boarding right now." "Can you at least explain to me what I'm waiting for?"
Then he showed my visa pointing to a specific field, which I naturally did not understand what was written because it was in Russian, and told me: "You here (pointing to the field), MER... MER."
I replied: "Okay, but what does MER mean?"
And he said, "MER... Mer... Not woman. "
And I said, "Are you telling me that in my visa it is written that I am a man and not a woman?"
He nodded with his head and shouted another "Wait" full of reason.
And I waited... Thinking "I´m fucked," but I waited... I waited to be arrested, to be interrogated, or even to be sent on some flight back home, because Russia is a Country that does not have much acceptance to homosexuals, according to the reports I used to read, and they should be thinking that I was some trans or something. But I thought, okay... The worst is going to have to go home and how bad can it be?
But after another 10 minutes the agent looked at me, handed over my passport and sent me into the Moscow airport.
I was surprised to have the entrance allowed, but then I looked at the clock and I spoke again: "I´m fucked"... My next flight was already closing the boarding.
And there I was like crazy running around Moscow airport to see if I could still catch my flight.
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